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The Daughters of Jerusalem What is your beloved More than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved More than another beloved, That you so charge us?
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The Shulamite My beloved is white and ruddy, Chief among ten thousand.
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His head is like the finest gold; His locks are wavy, And black as a raven.
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His eyes are like doves By the rivers of waters, Washed with milk, And fitly set.
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His cheeks are like a bed of spices, Banks of scented herbs. His lips are lilies, Dripping liquid myrrh.
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His hands are rods of gold Set with beryl. His body is carved ivory Inlaid with sapphires.
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His legs are pillars of marble Set on bases of fine gold. His countenance is like Lebanon, Excellent as the cedars.
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His mouth is most sweet, Yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, And this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!